My Final Poem About You

I am finished.
I tried writing something else sad about you but my heart and my mind were on different accords.
You played a tune on my organ that only you understood but
I now understand why the heart is called an organ.
Keys.
Black and white.
The only colors I was allowed to see due to you suffocating me with a false, forbidden love.
Black being my heart lost in a puzzle of passion leading me to a platonically perplexed puddle of pain that is the purpose of me being philophobic.
The facade of a perfect world in which you and I would be one was the white.
Our sing song hearts intertwined creating a melodious tune that only we knew the words to.
The love that we had went farther than the blues of the ocean.
Longer than the last mile of life.
We created infinites within each other.
But you ruined that by choosing another, the other, guy over me with whom you wanted to be.
You caused me a great pain.
A pain I can't put in words.
A pain that not even a metaphor could explain.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I couldn't be the guy you needed.
You needed a womanizer while I offered you a gentleman.
Damn me to hell!
You were looking for love that was a subterfuge  masqueraded as sex.
I'm so stupid!
I actually tried to love without sex.
I don't deserve you.
I thank you though because you made me a better man.
You showed me that I can shatter my heart but also clean up the broken pieces.
You helped me not love you anymore.
Thank you, Tiffany.
Thank you so much.